Chapter 541: Jun's grace is like rain and dew, concubine is like thunder
Li Bai hadn't seen Xiao Qian'er cry for a long time.
The last time I cried so hard was when I accompanied the young lady back home for her wedding at the beginning of the year. They had just boarded the Mayfly at Longquan Ferry, which was a suspended mountain used for ferrying boats to the sea of clouds, and returned to Duyou City.
That day, she ran from the foot of Mayfly Mountain to the top of the mountain, and then from the south of the mountain to the back of the mountain, with her eyebrows knitted and her eyes wide open.
But there was no sign of anyone.
Zhao Rong, who broke his promise to exchange jade on their wedding night, did not come to see them off.
At that time, the little girl thought that when they left, they would say goodbye forever.
He will go south to Xiaoyaozhou without looking back, without 'goodbye'...
Li Bai flashed and appeared in a bamboo forest. Zhao Qian'er immediately ran forward, her peach blossom eyes red and swollen from crying.
"How……"
The little girl punched and kicked the man holding the sword who wanted to speak without saying a word.
Li Bai immediately shut up and stood up straight.
He hung his head and squinted his eyes, silently receiving the beating.
Xiao Qian'er cried while hammering, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Choking and swallowing.
The man holding the sword, who had received another blow on the face, turned his head.
Squint your eyes and look south.
The girl who was sent thousands of miles away by her sweetheart cried and anxiously told the story of the dangerous situation in the bamboo forest courtyard not long ago.
Li Bai held his sword and listened silently.
At a certain moment, the pretty girl, who was crying, stopped hammering her hands, squatted down, curled up her petite body and buried her head.
"Brother Rong'er...Rong..."
The man holding the sword looked down and saw that her shoulders shook violently twice, then she suddenly stood up and raised her head.
"He won't die!"
This is a pale and pretty face that is wet with tears but extremely indifferent.
Nearly a quarter of an hour has passed since Xiao Qian'er was sent away by Zhao Rong.
Fuyao versus Jin Dan, and has exhausted all his last moves... Even Tianzhi versus Jin Dan, they can barely last half a stick of incense.
This still includes the time that the disfigured old Confucian scholar may have deliberately tortured, and it would only take half a stick of incense to survive him.
Li Bai pursed his lips.
It was as if she suddenly changed into a different person. The pretty girl who was crying a second ago was now calmly staring into Li Bai's eyes, word by word.
"He won't die."
The man holding the sword nodded silently.
"I... must take him back. The lady and I can't live without him... I want that dirty and despicable old beast to die!"
Li Bai looked at her and nodded.
Xiao Qian'er's pretty face was extremely cold, "There is also Zhang Huizhi who betrayed him, and... all the accomplices who led this incident."
Her pale cheeks bulged, and her bloodless pink lips forced out the words in her heart:
"Everyone must die, no one can escape."
Li Bai nodded.
"That old beast made the move at the Golden Core level, and he might have concealed half of it... You are not allowed to hide your clumsiness anymore," she said.
Li Bai smiled and nodded.
The girl looked at him, and her clear voice was slightly different from before: "He has a mysterious tobacco pouch in his hand. Its origin is unknown, its rank is unknown, and it is a powerful swordsman. The swing and Mr. Bai's self-defense sword energy are all restrained and contained in it.
The same is true for the protective sword card given to me by Xiaoyao Mansion."
The man holding the sword tightened the sword in his arms and still nodded.
The indifferent girl's sword, which carried the flying sword of her destiny, was taken away, but she was still angry and overbearing.
She raised her head slightly, her chest heaved, and she took a long breath, and suddenly said: "This old beast conspired with Zhang Huizhi and came prepared. They may have also prepared a back-up plan to deal with you."
The man wearing green clothes and holding a sword smiled brightly, showing his white teeth.
"Walk."
He uttered one word.
Backhand? Well, let’s try it.
Zhao Qian'er nodded hard, her eyes suddenly turned cold, and she wanted to turn around.
At this time, the man holding the sword reached into his arms, grabbed an ancient small sword wrapped in countless tiny purple-black thunderbolts with his five fingers, and threw it to Zhao Qian'er.
The girl paused and turned around to take the sword.
The air in the bamboo forest faintly echoed with waves of distant thunder sounds from ancient times.
This talented young girl who had just entered Xiaoyao Mansion was already unparalleled among the students in the same world. She had a frail figure, standing pretty on the spot, holding an equally slender small sword in her slender right hand.
Placed horizontally in front of the body, the sword is as high as the eyebrows.
Her eyes were level.
The ancient small sword was two feet and seven inches long, with a purple-black body, and thunder of the same color swirling around it. The slender sword seemed to contain the powerful and terrifying power of thunder.
Among the mighty forces of nature, thunder is the most powerful.
And this sword seems to contain a terrifying 'Thunder Pond'.
This is the faint feeling of the indifferent girl who lost her life sword at this moment.
She even had the feeling that she was about to lose control of the simple sword, and her palm was extremely hot.
The relationship between the natal flying sword and the natal sword bound to it is like an arm and five fingers. Even though the arm is powerful, it does not have five fingers to make a fist. How to use it? At this moment, the two are separated, and the girl feels the pain of cutting her soul.
However, she still had a cold face, even though the two types of pain were superimposed.
The indifferent girl was trembling all over, but she didn't let go of her sword at all.
The man looked at the girl and the sword.
This sword once belonged to an old friend.
She is a grumpy old woman from Beikun Pengzhou.
At that time, he was not the so-called "old man of the Hou Mansion" now, and he did not look down on Zhao, the destiny black bird.
That year, he felt that the most handsome master's attire in the world was one dressed in red like blood, wielding a sword to gain entrance, and drinking and killing monsters.
At that time, the sword he liked to hold in his arms was not the current one, but a sword with the same name as a certain Taizong of the human race.
Dressed in blood, he hugged it as if he were hugging the whole world.
Where can’t I go?
It was also that year that he dressed in blood and entered the gate of the demon wilderness to kill demons. He met a group of interesting people and also met this old woman with a temper as violent as the sword in her hand.
This girl from the far north of the world is completely different from the kind of woman he likes. She drinks more generously than the men, she scolds people and tells dirty jokes even more naughty than the men. She is just a golden elixir, and she also likes to scold them and this group of colleagues.
Among them, there are many senior men in the seventh realm who are all cowards. 'Wen Wen' laughed and said that they are more cowards than any weak scholar in Beikun Pengzhou who can't carry a sword, and they are even worse than the glorious Zhao family of the Destiny Black Bird.
Man.
The senior men in their group looked at each other in confusion, some laughed and cursed, and shook their heads helplessly, but no one had the right to tell her to shut up, because every time the order from the Hou Mansion came from 'outside the door', it was not someone named Zhao.
She was always the one who stood at the front among all the Jiuzhou Sword Cultivators who were starting to kill demons. Some people considered the most desperate ones, and even the senior men like them could only laugh and curse and follow them.
Along the way with them, she only "forwarded" and never "retreated", trying to measure the desolate and vast demonic land with the edge of her sword.
During the day, everyone sharpened their swords to kill demons in the wilderness, and at night they lit bonfires on the top of the mountain. The demon blood, sword energy and the cold wind of the wilderness mixed with the alien-flavored spirits went into their throats. They could not distinguish between spicy and painful, laughing and cursing... Later, everyone
And in a certain abyss named Cang, he killed Kui Niu, obtained thunder pills, killed hundreds of demons, and captured the souls... He forged a sword for this hot-tempered woman who was the weakest in cultivation but was the first to rush forward.
Later, a companion laughed and said, "A hundred demons are stinging in the abyss."
So there was this little purple-black sword that was forged from countless thunder-type artifacts.
It’s just that the reason why old friends are called old friends is because most of them only exist in other people’s stories and memories.
Later, the man and his remaining companions left the Demon Desolate Gate, holding several swords belonging to their old friends in their hands.
Later, when he no longer wore red clothes and no longer held a certain sword, he remembered the careless words of a grumpy woman in front of the campfire one night. He followed the road she casually mentioned and rode the Kunpeng.
You Beiming went to the Far North Continent and brought back to her hometown the sword that was the birthright of a female swordsman at the peak of Nascent Soul who was only half a step away from being free.
Her husband was a late, weak scholar who was once a collateral descendant of a certain branch of the Zhao family in Pengzhou, Beikun.
The two were childhood sweethearts and got married young.
It can manipulate people by good fortune.
One of them was a son of the Zhao family, but he had no talent for swordsmanship. He was also young and sick, and had no energy to lift a sword. Later, he studied Confucian classics, but he did nothing.
She was born in a miserable life and was a humble child bride, but she was extremely talented in swordsmanship, and her path was smooth and she encountered many adventures.
A young husband and a young wife, newly married, loving and affectionate, but the way of heaven is merciless. The man was weak and died of illness, so the woman took up the sword for her husband and took the Kunpeng of the North Ming Dynasty to go south to Fuyao Island. In response to the sword order of the Zhao family, she joined the Demon Wilderness Gate.
Never come back...
In the end, the branch family of the Zhao family that the two belonged to did not accept the woman's sword sent by the man.
The head of the old family said that when the family went to Kundu to kill demons, the people, swords, and clothes all belonged to the main lineage of the Zhao family.
Not coming back would be the greatest honor.
Only the cowardly and dishonored will be sent home, either man or sword.
So the man nodded, returned to Kundu, and personally delivered the sword to the Fuyao Elector's Mansion.
However, the main lineage of the Zhao family also confiscated the sword.
All the swords and relics of sword cultivators with foreign surnames who come to Kundu to kill monsters cannot be taken by the Fuyao Elector Mansion as their own.
This is an iron rule set by a certain ancestor of the Zhao family.
After the man went out again with his sword, he nodded again. He felt... bullshit.
Totally bullshit.
What the fuck are these rules?
He felt that the sword left behind by that irritable woman who loved to scold others and was a coward should not be in such a "no one wants" situation.
It must 'join' this bullshit Zhao family, and all of you with the surname Zhao can't even think about cheating.
So a man who wanted to scold his mother kept carrying this old friend's sword with him until today...
"Zhe Lei."
In the bamboo forest, there was a man holding a sword and raising his head, proudly saying.
"It's called Zhe Lei."
The thunder that wakes up the stinging insects is the first spring thunder.
It is also the first thunderbolt that will forever shock all monsters, just like a violent woman.
At this moment, a girl is holding a sword of thunder.
Raise your sword to your eyebrows.
She did not turn to look at the man holding the sword, nor did she ask him about the origin of this powerful and unpredictable sword.
This stinging thunder seems to have a unique will and emotions unique to a living creature.
The calm girl silently looked at the small purple-black sword that looked like a thunder pool.
Feel the unquenchable violent thunder contained in it.
There was also thunder in her heart.
On the hilt of the sword in the palm of his hand, there is the familiar pattern of the destiny black bird that Zhao Qianer is familiar with.
In addition, its purple-black sword, which contains terrifying thunder, also has some strange lines on it, which will make people faintly dizzy and have a headache after seeing it too much.
If Zhao Rong were here at this moment, his eyes would be wide open when he saw this strange pattern.
This is exactly what he said about the Tingni Thunder Pattern! It is a natural shape left behind by the Thunder Avenue, and it only belongs to... Tingni Purple Gold!
Therefore, the blade of this ancient small sword is made of the same material as the divine Tingni Purple Gold Furnace! It is also the top-quality sword-making material used by powerful sword cultivators in the seventh realm...
"Zhe Lei..."
A girl held a 'Thunder Pond' in her hand and whispered softly, "Are you also...angry..."
The purple-black thunder radiating from the small sword named Zhe Lei suddenly disappeared.
It turned into an ordinary, simple sword without any abnormality, and was quietly held in the hands of the indifferent girl.
It felt... something so intimate... coming back.
'She has come back.
Zhao Qian'er lowered her head and lightly touched a certain line of fonts on the sword with two fingertips.
Immediately, she put away the little guy who had suddenly become docile and recognized her master, and looked up.
"Walk."
The man holding the sword who had been standing nearby and watching silently nodded, without delay, raised a hand and placed it on the thin shoulder of the girl with thunderous eyebrows.
In an instant, the two people side by side disappeared without a trace in the bamboo forest...
Some time and some moment.
A delicate hand belonging to a girl touched a certain spot on the body of the purple-black sword with its fingertips.
There, there was a line of inscription left by a certain female swordsman.
Your kindness is like rain and dew, and my concubine's power is like thunder.
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PS: I couldn’t hold on, I fell asleep, oh oh oh... This chapter is 3,600, and I will write more words in the next chapter! I’ll pay back the chapter I owe my brothers!